oleanderkit
and at once i knew.. i was not magnificent
- 5
- 2
- Freshkill
- 55
- Nickname
- oleanderkit / ollie
- Pronouns
- he/him
- Moons
- 2 moons [10.01.2025]
- Played by
- ixora
Oleanderkit had learned something valuable the other day. Well, many somethings, actually. He learned that some rocks were sharp. He learned that his siblings would rather not hear him cry. He learned that careless actions often harbored consequences. He learned a new sensation, pain, and that pain came in a shade of crimson. But, most valuably, he learned that pain did not need to be forever - there were ways to ease his uncomfortable phenomenon, through friendly words and sharply tanged leaves, a skill possessed by a scarce few in the Clans.
It was a process called 'healing', one that took time, patience and a lot of care. Under Magpiepaw's instructions, the kitten remained still and mellow in the couple of days that followed, fighting the urge to unravel the cobweb wrapped around his paw, to pick at the wound that began to itch the day after. Four days, the medicine cat had said. Four days usually felt like forever to the often-restless child. But, this time.. four days only felt like.. two.
The pain had subsided after two sunrises, and curious, Oleanderkit took a peak. After managing to get away from his mother's watchful eye, he unraveled the dressing around the aftermath of his rambunctious, careless pouncing. No longer was his paw covered in crimson droplets - no longer was there a scratch upon his paw-pad, red and warm and painful. It looked almost.. brand new, all thanks to Magpiepaw and whatever magic he possessed. With a proud smile, the kitten tumbles away from his nest, lucky to make it out of the den while they were still unassuming.
He remembers the way to the medicine den - it was the only place he'd been to outside of the nursery, after all. A cold chill buffers his fur, but sheer determination pushes him past it, following that herbal scent that had allured him so, like an instinctual memory engrained in his brain. As he had hoped, Magpiepaw was in the same spot Oleanderkit saw him last - hovered around his stash of herbs, organizing the magical flowers and leaves. (Where else would he be, anyway? Was the world even bigger than this camp surrounding the nursery?)
It was a process called 'healing', one that took time, patience and a lot of care. Under Magpiepaw's instructions, the kitten remained still and mellow in the couple of days that followed, fighting the urge to unravel the cobweb wrapped around his paw, to pick at the wound that began to itch the day after. Four days, the medicine cat had said. Four days usually felt like forever to the often-restless child. But, this time.. four days only felt like.. two.
The pain had subsided after two sunrises, and curious, Oleanderkit took a peak. After managing to get away from his mother's watchful eye, he unraveled the dressing around the aftermath of his rambunctious, careless pouncing. No longer was his paw covered in crimson droplets - no longer was there a scratch upon his paw-pad, red and warm and painful. It looked almost.. brand new, all thanks to Magpiepaw and whatever magic he possessed. With a proud smile, the kitten tumbles away from his nest, lucky to make it out of the den while they were still unassuming.
He remembers the way to the medicine den - it was the only place he'd been to outside of the nursery, after all. A cold chill buffers his fur, but sheer determination pushes him past it, following that herbal scent that had allured him so, like an instinctual memory engrained in his brain. As he had hoped, Magpiepaw was in the same spot Oleanderkit saw him last - hovered around his stash of herbs, organizing the magical flowers and leaves. (Where else would he be, anyway? Was the world even bigger than this camp surrounding the nursery?)
"Mag,"
the kitten squeaks his arrival, coming to a stop behind the medicine cat and gazing up with round eyes. His fur puffs out, and his little tail raises into a hook shape - a proud display of the boy's newest achievement. "Look."
He holds his injured paw out, not stopping for a second to wonder if there would be repercussions for his picking of the cobweb. Outstretched, his paw pad is a pristine baby pink, untouched as if the cut hadn't happened just two days ago - as if it had never happened at all, in fact. "Gone!"
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OLEANDERKIT he/him, shadowclan kit 00 moons old.
a short, well-groomed pale feline with a lilac overcoat and grey stripes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to elderkit, deathberrykit, goldenrodkit, maggotkit, and centipedekit
half-sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, and hemlockpaw
CICADABUZZ x WISTERIASTRIKE // father/mother to none // mated to none
"speech"
penned by IXORA ↛ .ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
// hello this is very late. @Magpiepaw takes places two days after this thread <3
